Artik looked around anxiously. "I gave them a bunch of papers on the medicinal prop an idea popping up. "No! Let's go back in time ten years and start work."

Artik entered the ship. "Hey, me. Hey, Cyril! It's all finished." He handed Cyril a cube the size of a baby's fist. "We were able to condense it into this, so it fits into most on-board lexicon-readers." Artik-B left.